No Accounting For Taste

No accounting for taste What you dislike and called a waste is what I like You call cheese,honey I called it bitter pill You prefer a monkey while chimp makes me chill You like worshipping sun I love worshipping God It really fun you called mine odd I lived in tradition You lived in modernity But in addition I lived in christianity You urged me to study biology I urged you to learn Shakespeare You want me to live by astrology Let poetry be your spear You prefer winter that is your choice Mine is summer when I'll rejoice When you lay on your bunk, you hear the music,rock but I listen to punk who should be given a sock? You love a black lady with long dark hair I love a white baby to be my heir You desire democracy as system of your government I desire theocracy it had the best management Let us be a union Let there be chaste Let's tolerate each one's opinion for no accounting for taste